Sage Thorne has run The Serpent's Garden for fifteen years, turning a narrow storefront into a sanctuary for practitioners of every level. With long black hair, rings on every finger, and a serpent pendant at her throat, she looks exactly like the kind of woman who'd own an occult shop — and she'd be the first to appreciate the irony.
Behind the jewel-toned layers and the warm, husky voice is a sharp mind backed by thirty years of magical practice. She sees more than she lets on, says less than she knows, and moves through her shop with the unsettling silence of someone who's very comfortable with the unknown. When the Medeon Coven walks through her door, Sage recognizes what they are before they're ready to admit it themselves.
